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I get in such a rush in my head.
It’s hard to slow down and stop.
What if I just pull-over, shut-off the car and sit there and listen?
I can hear the wind blow.
Cars and pickup trucks on Highway 9 drive by me.
I can see and hear cars going east and west on Highway 24.

I just got LTE signal after 24 hours of no service.
I don’t want to look at the notifications.
My brain seems to thrive on analog.

My Honda CRV is ready to go.
A fresh, cold water bottle is my companion.

There are no updates, tweets, posts.
I’m not even sure if such things exist, in this moment.
At the crossroads…